I Believe I Was in Love All That Time

I believe I was in love all that time
I believe I was in love all that time
How else could I explain my actions?
I am never so irrationally joyous

I don’t think it was worth all the love letters
the bad poetry, the sleepless nights, the insanity
Every night I’d drink until my body cried for solace
then I’d open the wine and indulge some more

I believe I was in love all that time
I believe I was in love all that time
Maybe there was nothing on the television
or perhaps I fancied a Friday night indoors

I was told I had to learn to love myself
I couldn’t believe such rubbish either
I was told I had to learn to love myself
I guess I’ll try
as soon as I stop hating myself

 

The End

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